When Calyx was first launched by Prescriptives in 1986, it was a nostril-flaring oddball. A fruity-floral before the term existed, before the prospect of a flower with a schmear of melon could incur instant withering contempt from fumesnobs, Calyx excited with its differentness.
Now branded by Clinique, it still excites, because it's still different. Perfumer Sophia Grojsman wrangled Calyx's lily, peach, grapefruit, jasmine, and the aforementioned melon into a lively choir that stops short of shrieking. The result is a neon glow of tart, sweet, juicy F to the U to the N.
One of my favorite things about Calyx is its sillage. It mellows to the wearer's skin enough to allow for the person under the initial cacophony.
As I discuss in my video review, I will always associate Calyx with Lynne Easton, the premier makeup artist to pop stars whom I met when I danced on the Pet Shop Boys' 1991 world tour.
|Lynne Easton: make-up artist and Calyx lover.|
Lynne, who died unexpectedly in 2006, was a woman of verve, who lived life set to "vivid", who summoned maximum joy in any situation. Calyx met its match in her.
For more on Lynne's fascinating career, click here.